But unwilling to see the scenery

Jiang Nuo: "..."

Jiang Nuo tried to reason: "You first find out the situation, he came by himself."

Yan Ruoyu shouted: "If you don't press the elevator for him, can he come in?!"

Jiang Nuo: "..."

Jiang Nuo walked around his shoulder: "Calm down first." But before he could take the second step, Yan Ruoyu grabbed his arm tightly and dragged him back forcefully.

"You murdered me just now?!"

Jiang Nuo sighed, knowing that the young master would definitely lose his temper.Yan Ruoyu looked at his indifferent face of "Say it, scold me, I will never fight back", and became even angrier: "You intend to quarrel with me today, don't you?"

Whether it is sincere or not, their current dialogue style is really like a young couple.

"What he said just now is true? Have you also used the vest of the Insincere Prayer to sing?"

Jiang Nuo nodded, knowing that Yan Ruoyu had listened all over the place outside, and he was ready to suggest that he and Qi Fang learn more about the art of speaking and anti-detection ability.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm here to make songs for you, there's no need to tell you everything," Jiang Nuo tried to break Yan Ruoyu's fingers, "and it's boring."

Not only did Jiang Nuo not move, but he also felt that Yan Ruoyu, who hadn't exerted all his strength, suddenly exerted force, and his arm was painfully held.

"What's boring?" Yan Ruoyu finally calmed down, "Is it boring to make a song for a fool like me who writes vulgar lyrics?"

Jiang Nuo was about to say "no", when he suddenly had other thoughts and jumped into the fire pit: "If you want to understand it that way, it's fine."

Yan Ruoyu let go of his hands, Jiang Nuo rubbed the sore spot, raised his eyes, Yan Ruoyu's eyes were so cold that there was no trace of warmth.

And Jiang Nuo insisted on standing on the producer's side, dutifully said: "We have been here for almost two months, and there is still only one song "Amsterdam"."

Yan Ruoyu said in a disdainful tone, "Yes, use any beat you can give me."

"Yan Ruoyu," Jiang Nuo sternly said, "With your current attitude, no matter what beat you are given, you won't be able to make any good songs."

The studio was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was very clear.

"I told you about the efficiency of other rappers, I don't compare you with them, but have you noticed that even if Lin Huai raps several comedy songs in a row, he will show his true strength in cypher , 100% serious when you should be serious. But your freestyle these days..."

Jiang Nuo paused for a while, and shrugged his shoulders to express his helplessness: "Some people can use freestyle to cover up their forgetting words during performances, but you are really talking nonsense."

He had wanted to talk to Yan Ruoyu about this for a long time, but he never found the right opportunity.These days, he is becoming more and more unaware of Yan Ruoyu. He has found the rhythm of Chinese rap, but he is no longer willing to make works. No matter what beat he listens to, he is not interested, and he likes to go into the recording studio and call "sister" nonsense. . The beat of "Amsterdam" was made by him two years ago. It was very novel at the time, but it is almost meaningless from the current point of view. He took out this beat first to reduce the difficulty. He hopes that the cooperation between the two can be gradual.

"You're just playing these days, with a hippie smile on your face, this is not the attitude a qualified rapper should have, and..." Jiang Nuo didn't realize that he was slowly approaching, "And you suppressed what you really wanted to say, If you can’t hold back, run away, go to fashion week, go to hip-hop competitions.”

"...I thought you were going to say something, but I was worried that my long-term food stamp would run away." Yan Ruoyu joked, "Do you think you know me very well? We've only known each other for a month, Jiang Nuo."

"But you wrote me letters for two years." Jiang Nuo didn't give up, as if he could see through the explosive Yan Ruoyu in front of him, Bruce who was emailing himself in the middle of the night.

At the beginning, he just wanted to seek cooperation with NoA, but he didn't insist on this unilateral contact after he didn't receive a reply for a long time.

Those three or four months were also the time when he had the most gossip news. It wasn't until one morning, when he was unconscious after drinking, and woke up after a lethargic sleep, that he realized that he had written some lyrics in a daze and sent them to that mailbox.

He re-sent an email explaining that he did not write the lyrics of the secondary school song where he fantasizes that he is Batman, and he still hasn't received a reply for several days.

He was not calm anymore, and gradually regarded the mailbox as a tree hole. Later, he talked, confide, and asked everything, such as when will he stop suffering and become a qualified singer.

And when he finally received a reply after two years, NoA said that he only made songs for those who prayed insincerely.

Jiang Nuo's Adam's apple twitched: "I've read all those letters, but the previous reply was sent by Jiang Shan's younger brother. I left my phone at his place that day, and I haven't had a chance to explain it. I'm sorry."

"Really..." Yan Ruoyu murmured, not sure if she really didn't believe it, "I think it was you who sent it, the tone is so similar to you just now, NoA only writes to insincere prayers song," he said sourly, his aggrieved voice sticking to his nasal voice, "you despise me, Jiang Nuo, you have despised me from the very beginning."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Nuo naturally felt uncomfortable, and was about to explain: "I didn't, I—"

"But why do you look down on me?"

Yan Ruoyu's sullen growl suddenly made Jiang Nuo withdraw the hand that was about to be placed on his shoulder. He didn't know if he had finally torn off the disguise, or it was just another form of self-protection.

"What qualifications, standpoints, and status do you have to look down on me? If it weren't for me, you would have been played to death by Song Yu, beaten and maimed by Tie Lao San, and then sold to any corner of the Golden Triangle to have your organs cut. Your oily brother is also I won’t take the pre-approval exam of Ling’an No. [-] Middle School, and I’m lucky enough to get a free trial class, which means I’m taking an English improvement class in the central CBD.”

Yan Ruoyu condemned every word: "Who do you think gave your current life? Even if I don't pay for the house in this area, someone will rush to give it to you. What about you, what can you find when you go out of this door?" How many years can I buy a house like this in Ling'an City without eating or drinking?"

Jiang Nuomu was dumbfounded: "I never asked to live here."

Then he asked for proof: "Is this how you see me?"

For the first time, Yan Ruoyu saw some kind of fragile emotion in Jiang Nuo's eyes.

He was sober for a moment, but before he could feel remorse, he was overwhelmed by darker thoughts.

"He was in the late stage of bone cancer, right? He kept it secret in order to continue recording the show, but he was put on by the person who replaced him later. What a pity, although this show was dissed by you, he still wants to participate, and you have to do it Participate in the song! If you can win the championship, you will be able to kneel and earn money easily in the future, so, so, ah! Heh... I thought it was so noble, it was not just for money, what to pretend! How could he be better than me? It’s worth it, just rely on a few words of truth? I’m feasting like a fool, eating, drinking, having fun, yachts, sports cars, mansions, and villas. Which sentence is bragging? I’m untrue when I sing these words. He’s talented if he pretends to be a life mentor? Or are you bamboo wood wolves? Love has been born for a long time, and I have already done everything!"

On the side of Yan Ruoyu's head, the whole person staggered and took a step back, almost losing his footing.

Before the pain from the punch on his face spread to the cerebral cortex, Jiang Nuo grabbed his shirt.

"Yan Ruoyu - keep your mouth clean!" Jiang Nuo's eyes were red, his emotions were completely swayed by him.

Yan Ruoyu was actually somewhat satisfied: "Do you know what it's like to be addicted to painkillers? These drugs are so strictly controlled in China. Even if his illness can be cured, how can he get rid of the addiction? If he can't get rid of it, what can he find instead? Have you ever seen Drug addict, he will kneel down in front of you, the flesh on his chest will be scratched and rotten, begging you to give him an injection. If he is still alive, he is only a mortal body!"

"He won't be like this," Jiang Nuo just believed, tears were about to fall, and he smiled suddenly, the fundus of his eyes curved like a moon falling into the water.

"Yes, if he is still alive..." he asked Yan Ruoyu, "What do you think will happen to you?"

Yan Ruoyu broke sharply from the thread that had been stretched when he was eavesdropping at the door.

Jiang Nuo let go of his hand, pushed the man away, left the studio and went back to his room to pack his things.Qianxi followed him around, not understanding what happened, Yan Ruoyu only said one sentence behind him: "Let's look at the clauses related to liquidated damages in the contract first."

He paused the hand that was stuffing the old clothes into the bag, and behind him, Yan Ruoyu left one step ahead of him, and the sound of closing the door was as loud as if it was going to be smashed.

He drove away, forcibly restrained himself to calm down, drove the car to a place 600 meters away from the community and stopped, took a taxi back to Hushan Manor, his hands were still trembling uncontrollably after entering the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet and washed his hands constantly, rubbing the backs of his hands and fingers all red.

The muscles all over his body became more and more tense, and it was not relieved until he punched the mirror.The red and swollen side of his face was broken into tens of thousands in the mirror, drowned by the blood flowing from his knuckles...

Then how did he stop self-mutilation... It seems that after entering the house, a servant followed him out of worry, and when he heard the sound of smashing the mirror from inside, he was so frightened that he quickly called Mr. Yan.

The family doctor arrived in time to carry him out, the bathroom was in a mess, the porcelain bathtub was smashed to pieces, the shower and water pipes were squeaking, and the back of Yan Ruoyu who was carried away fell on the ground every piece of broken glass superior.

Everyone pretended to be calm and didn't dare to look up when they heard Yan Ruoyu's suppressed cries. They pretended nothing happened and continued to do what they were doing. Those soft sighs were more of sympathy—they are servants. There are no entertainment activities, and they will definitely discuss the strange problems of this young master in private, and they can't understand why he is so rich, why he is so painful that he almost goes crazy more than once.

Yan Ruoyu was locked in his room, and two or three well-trained bodyguards took him to bed so that the doctor could give him an injection of diazepam.

The injection-type placebo took effect very quickly, the muscles all over his body slowly drained, and the tightly clenched fists and pupils loosened together.

After the ultimate catharsis, he ushered in the ultimate tranquility. In the gradually blurred vision, his blood-stained hands were wrapped in circles of brand-new bandages. efficacy truncation.

He could no longer look down on the nearby scene, and could only look into the distance.He couldn't sleep without light in the room, and all the domestic servants knew that, so the big window in the bedroom always left a two-arm's length view, and the yellow light of the setting sun came in, just passing through the long slit to print the photo frame on the bedside table. Be clear.

He opened his mouth, and tears of lateness and regret dripped from the corners of his eyes, as if soaking the family portrait taken on his 15th birthday.

Then he closed his eyes and saw himself in the dark holding the photo frame tightly in his arms.He fell sideways on the bed, his shoulders still shaking violently.After sobbing violently, there was an inevitable cough. He bowed his waist, his throat was clear and he was still coughing, as if he wanted to vomit out his whole heart until he returned to the posture of being conceived in his mother's arms.

He was in a state of confusion, and he hadn't figured out exactly what happened and what was going on.

But he knows he's doing the same thing again and he's got nothing